Thunder is heard in the
distance
slowly approaching shore
Moisture begins to gather
tugging at a heart once
more
Lightening is a signal to
this heart of mine
coming together, slowly
inter-twine
Floods of life appear at
my hearts door
the wind begins to gather
swirling around once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Worried and sad, grief cropping, cloudy red to rain nice composition Heather